Strange Dream

So I was sitting on a flying bus traveling through a sky made of water.

Are you still with me?

We were traveling through this wet, watery sky watching a brilliant patch of green real estate pass below us.

Violet was sitting with me in the dark green, imitation leather two-seater, and Tweak was a few seats ahead of us on the left, sitting next to a newsroom intern dressed in a Winnie the Pooh costume.

Yes. A Winnie the Pooh costume.

For some reason Tweak was getting hostile with Violet and me, and that's when the bus broke into song - belting out the tune "We Are Marching To Pretoria."

Yes. Pretoria.

And that's when I turned around to the back half of the flying bus traveling through a watery sky. I addressed the rest of the crowd (which was dotted with several people from my sister Bridge's high school social circle. I know, weird) and got everyone from my high school to start singing our fight song.

On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin!
Plunge right through that line!
Run the ball clear down the field, boys
touchdown sure this time.
(U rah rah)

On, Wisconsin! On, Wisconsin!
Fight on for her fame
Fight! Badgers! - fight, fight, fight!
We'll win this game.

(Aside: I think that song got picked for our high school since ours was a town called Madison).

And that's when I woke up.

I have no idea what any of this means.

Normally I don't remember my dreams but I made a point of jotting down some notes this AM so I'd remember the unusual elements.